Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Walker

Part Sixteen

I helped him up and kissed him. There is much to be said about kissing a guy so shortly after he’s ingested, to my estimation on feelings alone, nothing short of three gallons of come, going on pure pleasure alone but I didn’t give a fuck. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. Eyes red and a little glassy, cheeks flushed the same pink as the center of his face. Lips swollen and wet. I laid him down and all the play was gone from his expression. There was only lust and me in his eyes. The game was probably over, but there was no way in hell it was a forfeit. I’d play his body until the buzzer. "Marcus, I love you. I love waking up with you every morning. I love listening to you fall asleep. I especially love how you try to make me coffee before I leave for the day. I love helping you clean up after dinner, even if I feel like I’m going to gain a million pounds if I keep eating this good." He laughed. I wasn't joking. I never eat like the way I do now Marcus is here and I love everything that he is. He doesn't pretend to be anything but him.

So I left no more time between us and I kissed his stomach and I swirled my tongue around his navel and freed his dick without even looking. Then I filled my mouth with his left nipple as I moved between his legs. I painted him with kisses. His neck. His chest. I propped myself above him with one hand and my other found him wet and ready, no lube needed. I liked that the most. Then I gave him a little push with my fingers and his mouth fell open. I filled it with mine, then slipped my fingers in more. He moaned. I really loved that too, and my recovering dick unquestionably loved it as well. As much as I wanted him, as much as I needed him, I had to be careful and take my time.

Time.

God! Time was limited when it came down to sex with Marcus. We'd never get into it slowly, fast and hard. But now, I wanted to take my time with him. With his beautiful body.

It was a beautiful thing, the Omega anatomy. Where I needed a few minutes to recuperate, he had the ability and luxury of blissfully going and going or maybe it was just Marcus. My hand never left him until I was positioned at his opening. "....Walker, put it in me, please."

"Oh I am and I'm going to undo you slowly," I leaned into his lips. "Very very slowly."

He grabbed my neck and crushed my lips to his and I finally pushed into him slowly, carefully. He's pregnant, I worry. Although my dick didn't give a shit. I did. "Move."

"Nuh uh," I breathed against his mouth. "....let me enjoy you, like you enjoyed me."

His eyes were focused on mine, but in a dreamy way. The look was both at me and through me at the same time. Maybe he was looking deeper. Maybe he could see all the way inside. "....Walker," he whimpers and wrapped those long legs around me, pushing me deeper. "Ahh, yes."

"Fuck it," I hissed and kissed his forehead and pushed a hand under the pillow beneath his head. Our bodies did the rest on their own.

The friction.

The grind.

The hold we had on each other. Our breathing paired just like the rest of us. In and out. In and out. Faster, harder. I had literally no control anymore. I was his puppet and he could play with me anytime he wanted. "Fuck, coming." And there was me wanting to take my time, but my dick clearly didn't.

Marcus was nodding furiously. His hands clutching my hair. My face buried in his neck. Until we both came and panting like we'd just run miles and miles. "Walker, so good." He puffed out between us and opened his eyes and like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t just left the stratosphere, mischief and happiness bloomed across his face.

"Mmm, I know." I replied. Because I felt it too and long after we were finished, we still lay joined like prize-winning Siamese sex-war fighters.

"I'm hungry." He finally said.

"Oh god. Hungry?"

"Yeah. I'm peckish. Need food. Ice cream. Mustard."

Gross. "Okay, you have to go get them though, because I’m dead." I rolled over and pulled out of him. "My legs don’t work." He laughed, the most satisfied sound. My dick considered round three. I most certainly noted the weeble in his wobble as he padded off toward the kitchen. He wasn’t running at maximum capacity either. Game well played, Walker.

"Holy shit!" I heard him shout. "We did get dark chocolate!" I laughed. Always laughing or giggling when it came to him. "Look, I bought the whole tub." He said, walking in the room clutching his tub of ice cream and mustard, while holding onto two spoons.

"I'm only into ice cream, get that mustard away from me you devil."

"How do you think I feel?" He said, getting comfortable next to me. "Mustard is gross and I've also left a nice wet patch on the bed."

"That baby is a devil too and nice, I'll get clean sheets shortly."

"That she is. She best have all my damn genes."

"Still certain of a girl huh?"

"Yep. Baby book told me you get bad heartburn when pregnant with boys and I don't have that."

"Not yet."

"Oh," he squeaked next to me. Then he moved my face to look at him and added. "I want to fuck the living shit out of you before I get fat. I want to take a shower each time after too and do it again and again, until either I die from an overdose of you or you say stop." His words broke chains I’d tied around myself. Like only he could, he gave me what I needed. We traded trust. I trusted he would love my body and heart and he trusted I was ready for whatever he’d give me. And as my thirst for him grew, any residual pain I’d been hiding departed.

"Well, okay then." He smiled and tucked into his ice cream. There’s not much sexier than watching the love of your life lick two of his most capable fingers as he simultaneously spooned the shit out of the ice cream. Especially if the love of your life was Marcus. And lucky for me he was.

"I want you to be my husband, I want to be the father of all your children."

He gasped and the spoon fell out of his mouth. "You want to put a ring on my finger?"

"Yeah, like I let you put my ring on your dick."

"What?" He sat for a few seconds going over that funny little statement. "Oh, right...I get it. Your ring hole. That's funny."

"I'm serious though."

"I know and I'm not shocked. I'd like that," He took a quick glance at his ring finger. "I don't like gold though."

"Okay, no gold." I made a mental note to never buy him anything gold.

"It's funny." He mumbled, stuffing the spoon in his mouth

"What is?"

"Well…" He stopped to swallow that nasty concoction. "It wasn't that long ago I stole your virginity," he chuckled, going over that first night in his mind. "That was awesome. Walker's ass virginity. Make sure we get some new kinky stock."

"A sex swing?"

"Oh, yes please."

I smiled to myself. I've always wanted to try that. I've seen it many times while watching porn. It looks fun, really fun. "But after the baby. Once you get fat I doubt one would hold your fat ass."

"Now now, no need for the fat ass remark. I intend on not letting my ass get fat thank you very much, asshole."

"You keep at the ice cream and you will."

"Then you'll just have to get fat with me." He said, passing me a spoon.

"I've already gained a few extra pounds."

"A few more won't kill you."

"Might do." Marcus ignored me and grabbed for the remote. How on earth does he do it? Hold onto ice cream and mustard while switching on the damn TV. He's like the god of multitasking and with a spoon hanging from his mouth he switched through channel after channel until he found some documentary on beetles, by the looks of it. Well, at least it's not the cartoon network. I discarded my spoon on the cabinet next to me and slid from the bed. "Gonna grab clean sheets."

"Kay kay." Marcus was so absorbed in the documentary I'm surprised he even noticed I was on my merry way out of the bedroom, a little wobbly too.

Then I thought….I know why those YouTube assholes hire a video guy. Because when you really love someone, like real real shit, you want to be able to watch that shit over and over. I’d never get to relive some of our moments, but I had the feeling there would be plenty more just as precious in our future. And I’d watch his face light up knowing we were always on a course bound for forever together. Fuck it, I'm buying a damn video camera. Might make some porn. I chuckled.

I'm so damn smart. I thought, grabbing for a clean bed sheet and then made my way back into the bedroom to see a discarded tub of ice cream and Marcus laying fully flat against the bed, still completely and gloriously naked. "What took you so long?" He asked when I climbed back onto the bed. "I'm horny again."

"So I don't need to change the bed yet?"

"Not if you mind getting that covered in come too."

"Your right." I gleamed.

"Always will be hubby." He winked and I swear to god my dick winked back. I couldn't wait to put a ring on his finger and tell the whole world...hell, I'm even considering renting a billboard and taking out radio ads with the news, that's how fucking happy I am right now and even more. So much more. Forever more.